Supreme and omnipresent God, Guide him in wisdom's way! Give peaceful triumph to the truth, Bid error melt away! Lynn, Mass., _November 8, 1866_. _SIGNS OF THE HEART_ Come to me, joys of heaven! Breathe through the summer air A balm--the long-lost leaven Dissolving death, despair! O little heart, To me thou art A sign that never can depart. Come to me, peace on earth! From out life's billowy sea,-- A wave of welcome birth,-- The Life that lives in Thee! O Love divine, This heart of Thine Is all I need to comfort mine. Come when the shadows fall, And night grows deeply dark; The barren brood, O call With song of morning lark; And from above, Dear heart of Love, Send us thy white-winged dove. Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., 1899. _FLOWERS_ Mirrors of morn Whence the dewdrop is born, Soft tints of the rainbow and skies-- Sisters of song, What a shadowy throng Around you in memory rise! Far do ye flee, From your green bowers free, Fair floral apostles of love, Sweetly to shed Fragrance fresh round the dead, And breath of the living above. Flowers for the brave-- Be he monarch or slave, Whose heart bore its grief and is still! Flowers for the kind-- Aye, the Christians who wind Wreaths for the triumphs o'er ill! Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., _May 21, 1904_. _TO THE OLD YEAR--1865_ Pass on, returnless year! The track behind thee is with glory crowned; The turf where thou hast trod is holy ground. Pass proudly to thy bier! Chill was thy midnight day, While Justice grasped the sword to hold her throne, And on her altar our loved Lincoln's own Great willing heart did lay. Thy purpose hath been won! Thou point'st thy phantom finger, grim and cold, To the dark record of our guilt unrolled, And smiling, say'st, "'Tis done! "This record I will bear To the dim chambers of eternity-- The chain and charter I have lived to see Purged by the cannon's prayer; "Convulsion, carnage, war; The pomp and tinsel of unrighteous power; Bloated oppression in its awful hour,-- I, dying, dare abhor!" One word, receding year, Ere thou grow tremulous with shadowy night! Say, will the young year dawn with wisdom's light To brighten o'er thy bier? Or we the past forget, And heal her wounds too tenderly to last? Or let today grow difficult and vast With traitors unvoiced yet? Though thou must leave the tear,-- Hearts bleeding ere they break in silence yet, Wrong jubilant and right with bright eye wet,-- Thou fast expiring year,